Ecclesiastic

I need to find my peace Forward on your feet I open up my arms And scream If you stayed Would you have ended up like me The projects hate Down under my love unearthed quakes As above so low you'll reached heights amazed You've seen better days Your love consumes most ardently Arguably you look at me comically Asphalt love is my fault Pole vault through hoops just to prove I'm not at fault Enthusiastically I need a praise break Pray I break eventually I hope my grandma stops playing the lottery I should buy her a book on How to Lose a Million Dollars please.